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with Emily Janes.”
    “She’s with a client right now, if you would like to have a seat in a chair behind you, she’ll be with you as soon as she can.”
    “Thank you.” I turn to find the seats behind me are semi-broken down. They look like that might be from an era before I was born. I sit down and pull out my phone. Reading the emails, I didn’t read out in the car. I glance up and see the lady eyeing me under her lashes. I chuckle to myself and resume reading my mail.
    Ten minutes later, I hear a door open and I hear Emily’s voice.
    “I’ll let you know for sure, Mrs. Smith. I’ll be in touch soon,” she says kindly. Then I see the woman she was talking to, she has to be in her late sixties or older.
    “Thank you, dear. Have a good one,” she says as she hobbles out the door.
    I look at Emily, and she looks radiant. She’s wearing a charcoal gray shirt with a matching jacket and a white blouse under the it. Her three inch heels put a dent in our height difference.
    “Mr. Matheson, you’re early.” She looks surprised to see me here already.
    “Traffic wasn’t that bad.” I give her a small smile.
    “That’s good. Would you like anything to drink: coffee, water or soda?”
    “Sure. Coke or Pepsi?”
    “Coke products.”
    “A Coke is fine.”
    She smiles. “I’ll be right back.”
    She walks down a hallway opposite from the direction she came and is gone a few moments before reappearing with two Cokes.
    “This way, please.” She stands a few feet from me, waiting for me to stand up and follow her. She turns and I follow her nice ass all the way into her office. “Please have a seat,” she says as she sets the Cokes on her desk and shuts the door behind me.
    “Thank you for the drink.”
    “No problem. Thank you for coming over today.”
    “I’m hoping you have time to help me out too.”
    “Of course.”
    “Outstanding. So I’m sure you have the plans for what you would use the grant for?”
    “Yes, Mr. Matheson—”
    “Ms. Janes, I think we are beyond the formalities. Please, call me Patrick.” She blushes.
    “Okay, Patrick. Yes, I have all of the details worked out and they have the preapproval of the board too, pending we get a grant.”
    “Without going into line by line by line of the document, where is the money going?”
    “Feeding the community. We get an average of fifty families a month that have to use our food pantry in order to have at least one nutritious meal a day. Honestly, that is still too low for me. I try to give families two to three meals a day…” She continues with her plan on feeding the people in the Project Hope community.
    Her passion radiates from her body as she talks about giving to those less fortunate. This vibrant woman entrances me. She could be at home grieving for her loss, but instead, she’s working through her own problems to make sure people have something to eat. Perhaps I was completely wrong about her. She wears her pain differently than I do, and she hasn’t let it make her cold.
    I’ll run this grant by Kane, I don’t think it will be a problem, but in case there’s an issue, I’ll set up funding from me as well. I notice she’s staring at me, not talking.
    “I think it sounds like you know exactly what you want to do with the money. I don’t think there will be an issue getting you the money. I have to write it up and submit it to the board for their approval. If something happens and they deny it, I have a backup plan. Don’t worry, okay?”
    “Thank you,” she says with excitement.
    “My assistant might need to call you for specific details; can I get your number?” She opens her desk drawer and digs through the stuff. She finds what she is looking for and pulls out a business card.
    “Both my office and cell phone numbers are on here.” She hands me the card and our fingers touch. So soft, so warm. She shivers in her chair as if it’s cold in here. Do I affect her? Hmm.
    “Thank you. If you don’t mind, I